Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
The Doors,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.